Just a smalltown girl...

"Spring break's coming up," Isabela announced to the class, in the tone of someone who had been on a great many of them. "Which is proving inspiring."

"So it's a thing in many places to make kids write essays about what they did on their school vacations," Aphra said. "We're going to flip that around and make you write a story about what you're going to do on yours."

"Remember the name of the class," Isabela said. "No reasonable expectations needed."

witchoftheflesh posting in

Mark Adrian as another person who was quite glad to have hermitted away in his Grove yesterday. He'd thrown himself into prepping for the last of winter and the beginning of spring, including cutting a truly outrageous amount of firewood.

While singing. A lot of singing.

Today, his throat hurt and so did his arms and back, and Boston had, at various times, referred to his mood at 'grumpy,' 'brooding,' and once, even 'sulking.' Which, no he wasn't. He was just sore.

And also shut up.

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

Immediately after radio yesterday, Arden had vanished to her room and hid, refusing to talk to anyone (and, yes, spending plenty of time singing to herself). Today, she had ventured out to the library, replete with snacks and drinks just in case it seemed like it was starting up again and she needed to quickly cram her mouth full.

Overkill? Possibly. Worth it?

Definitely.

sairis posting in

Sairis had no idea what all the singing was about today, or why the hell he was singing things he didn't even know, but whatever was going on, it didn't seem to be malicious.

It was just really annoying. Especially since singing about "whistling while you work" didn't do much good when you were terrible at whistling a tune.

He scowled at the chair. "Don't judge me, or I'll reupholster you. You'd look good in plain brown leather."

But the shop was open, even if it was musical today.

carbsliftthespirit posting in

There was a sign on the door to the Home Ec room today:

CLASS CANCELED
No one wants to hear me sing!

You could learn about soup...well, no, not next week. Week after next.

throughaphase posting in

Kitty would have thought she'd have escaped the weirdness today, until she got to work and started setting up for the day.

"Closing time, one last call for alcohol
So, finish your whiskey or beer
Closing time, you don't have to go home
But you can't stay here

She got through the whole song and immediately stopped what she was doing. Maybe she didn't want to be at work today? Just maybe?

[open anyway!]

sith_happened posting in

Anakin arrived in class looking a little hunted--a day devoted to singing when one's wife was not, say, musically gifted, was a bit of a trial before enough coffee was ingested. (And Rory's song about coffee had long and included inexplicable choreography.) "Hello," he said, choosing his words carefully.

Ahoksa had mostly been dealing with melancholy introspective pieces so far. "Sometimes, if you're unsure of a course of action, it pays to look outside of yourself."

"Today in particular let's you hear what mood you are sending into the universe," Anakin agreed.

"For example, if your actions are resulting in an ominous leitmotif." Some kind of military march with kettle-bells, maybe. "Then possibly it's not such a great idea."

Some people were just iconic, okay?

"And if you combine singing with some manner of horrifying romantic overture," Anakin added, "try to keep the object of you affection in mind. They might not be prepared for a huge declaration in, say, the middle of the road today."

"A huge, awkward declaration." Because when all was said and done, they were both space monks.

"So our ethical question is, should you bear witness to someone singing, should you record it or pretend like it didn't happen? Does it depend on the song?" Anakin asked.

"Do you respect their privacy and dignity?" There was a noticeably aghast silence from the bush that had totally always been in the corner of the room at the very idea. "Does your answer change if you like the person? If you don't like them?"

suitably_heroic posting in

"You may push me around
But you cannot win
You may throw me down
But I'll rise again
The more you say
The more I defy you
So get out of my face!"

The door slammed shut behind him.

The baristas - and what few customers were in this time of day - looked up at him, blinking.

Jack slowly lowered his arms and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "What are you looking at?" he said defensively. "Have you never been through singing day before? Congratulations!"

Everyone turned back to their beverages.

"You'd think at least now the place would let me sing my own karking songs," he grumbled, and walked up to the counter. "Woo! Yeah!"

Of all the days for this to hit, it would just have to be when he finally had a moment to stop by again, huh?

[[ open for both your Atton and Atton-free perk needs ]]

my_own_advocate posting in

There were many Fandom events that just sort of passed Lucifer by. Sometimes because they couldn't touch their celestial nature. Sometimes because-- well, when you already spoke the truth and you were already prone to bursting out into song, did you really notice when the island made you slightly more prone to do so?

He hadn't been.

Until Father's little musical meltdown a few years ago.

"And I w-- No," he snapped, irritably. "No, no, no. No more musical-- no more, no more sweet music-- I swear to Me, Dad, if this is you again--"

Tiny, meanwhile, was behind the bar, doing a very faithful rendition of 'Cups' as he cleaned the. Well. Cups.

[[ open ]]

joan_of_bark posting in

There was a song stuck in Pam's head. It hadn't been there when she left Gotham in the morning, but it had popped into her mind the moment she spotted the flowering plant sitting on a shelf by the bath products, and--

"So I'll continue to continue... to pretend, my life-- will never end..."

Ugh. What was that. Simon and Garfunkel? Oh well. She moved the plant on the shelf, to make sure it got more sunlight, and--

And flowers never bend with the rainfall..."

Oh well. She wasn't really a music person, but she supposed Harley must have been in some kind of mood that morning. Maybe she just hadn't noticed the radio?

[[ open ]]

afraid_of_marshmallows posting in

Hey there Fandom, what up, it's ya girl Arden Finch here giving you all the information that you could want about yesterdays shenanigans. Now then, let's grab these these notes and buckle your seatbelts because--

All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio blah, blah
Radio, what's new?
Radio, someone still loves you

Oh. Oh [BLEEP]. Okay, island, we're interrupting your regular news to bring you this important news bulletin: Today is a singing day. I repeat, today is a singing day. Be very careful about who you see and talk to today because goddess only knows what you'll end up singing about.

Ooooooooooookaaaaaaaay, let's see how fast we can make this. We start with Schoooooooooool's out for summer! No it isn't! It's still winter! Augh! Anyway, we had Squirrel! meet at the Atlas gym and did some working out to help us focus. *long pause* Okay, didn't bust into a song about fitness or anything, cool. Then there was Beginning Gourmet Cooking-- *long pause* --where we learned about chocolate by going to the Swiss home of milk chocolate and holy [b][BLEEP] if that wasn't the best class ever.

*long pause* Okaaaaaay? Cool, no singing, let's move on to--

No more pencils
No more books
No more teacher's
Dirty looks...

Are the squirrels somehow in charge of this? Are they? Because this feels, like, hella targeted to drive me crazy. Anyway, no [Dorms] but in Town--

The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town
I said, the boys are back in town, the boys are back in town
The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town
The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town

*muffled screech* As I said, An. Y. Way, Caleb was lingering over his coffee at Furnado and--

'Cause I want to live like animals
Careless and free (like animals)
I want to live
I want to run through the jungle
The wind in my hair and the sand at my feet...

Well...not entirely wrong, but for [BLEEP]'s sake, island, can I PLEASE get through these last few notes? Okay? Okay! Vi! Magpie Emporium! Visited by Steph! Movie Theater 3000! Captain Barnes moved candy to discount bin! And last, Clinic! Professor James brought pizza! There! Fine! Done! We can all go--

I know that I can't take no more
It ain't no lie
I want to see you out that door
Baby, bye, bye, bye (bye, bye)
Don't wanna be a fool for you
Just another player in your game for two
You may hate me, but it ain't no lie
Baby, bye, bye, bye (bye, bye)
Don't really want to make it tough
I just wanna tell you that I've had enough
It might sound crazy, but it ain't no lie
Baby, bye, bye, bye

*door opening noise* [Bleep] this, I'm out. God all those songs are like a billion years old anyway, what the f-- *door slam*

*several moments of dead air*

CLICK

stykera posting in

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Stark had promised pizza this week and since no parts of the island were changing shape while he walked on them he was following through on that. Nothing fancy, just a couple of pizzas and some sodas instead of the usual coffees. Something different for the day.

"I brought lunch," he said. "Like I said I would. I can get coffees as well, if anyone needs one, but there's pizza. Cheese. And veggies on the other." He wasn't sure if anyone was vegetarian though he was reasonably certain none of them were vegan based on coffee orders. "No crab, of course."

Stabby gave an approving nod. Which was neat when you considered crabs had no necks.

"So. Let's eat? Unless there's something I need to do first."

The clinic was open, smelled like pizza, and the alien was in.

suitably_heroic

Time came and went again. It was so much slower these days than Jack remembered it ever being, and yet so much faster. Music gigs, and work gigs, and just gigs, they passed on by at a rapid pace, slowing down towards the evenings and the mornings when he and Dane settled into a slow and comfortable routine.

Sitting here, it felt as if someone had hit the fast-forward button and life had rushed on past until it had suddenly stopped, jarring, in this tiny cramped burrito place buried in someone’s basement somewhere in Manhattan, blinking against the too-bright lights while Jill talked and the night slowed to a crawl outside. Like he was some kind of time traveler, lost out of time, staring at his–

Hand?

He really needed to stop philosophizing.

“Jack?” Jill said, doing her wise drummer-squint at him over the remains of her veggie burrito. “You doing okay there?”

“Yeah,” he said, and dropped his barbacoa-soaked mess into the sad little puddle of hot sauce at the bottom of his plate. “Sorry. I haven’t been sleeping enough lately, my head’s doing that thing where I lose track of the fabric of space-time completely. It’ll come back to me, I’m sure.”

( Anyway, I think I want to see how the summer works out... )

[[ can be open for phone calls et al ]]

heroic_jawline posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

This year, we're cruising through the Greek islands in the summer because we can change the time of year if we want to do, there's two feet of snow on the ground in Ottawa, and I am FREEZING.

We're going to be 10ish people to a yacht, exploring Athens and the Saronic Islands:

Heck yeah.

So sign up here (with or without a roomie) and we'll get you sorted out before our fake trip begins on Sunday!

sharp_man posting in

"Last week, we began working with gelatin," Hannibal said when everybody met him at Portalocity. "We will work a bit further with it in future, but this week, we shall be working with something else interesting and topical - chocolate. And because there is only so much to teach about it without seeing where it comes from, we will have another field trip."

He waved them through the portal - to Maison Cailler.

"Welcome to Broc, Switzerland. Maison Cailler is Switzerland's oldest brand, and considered by many to be the original home of milk chocolate. We will have a tour here, followed by a class taught by one of their chocolatiers. It will last several hours, but I've arranged portals so you won't miss the rest of the day back home, either. So, please enjoy the history, smells, and tastes of chocolate, pay attention in the class, and then we'll have some time in their store before we head back to the island."

intheeyeofthebeholding posting in

Class was meeting at the gym today, and when they showed up, they'd find Jon in trainers and a track suit, looking pained.

"Apparently one thing that helps focus is exercise. More than just walking. So we're going to try that." He sighed. "Look, I can't pretend I'm any good at this sort of thing, but if it helps, we might as well try it."

He waved to the (overly, if you asked him) cheerful coach, who walked them through a series of exercises and showed them how to use the machines. Then Jon waved them at the place. "Go on and...do whatever."

[Gym used with permission!]

shapethecentury posting in

NOW SHOWING
"Beloved Classic"

If Bucky ever actually made it into the auditorium, he was probably going to have some questions. As it was, though, he was shifting the Valentine's candy into the discount section in the concessions stand.

While continuing to mentally grumble to himself about the amount of themed candy in the present day.

throughaphase posting in

Morning! It's Kitty here with yesterday's news, and I'm running kind of late so let's make it quick.

At the museum, Gregorith was dancing around while working.

...And that was quick! Bye!

giveittoyoursister posting in

Vi was looking exceptionally pleased with herself as she tidied around the counter today, almost like she'd had an extremely satisfying weekend. Because, well, she had.

Saffron, conversely was in the mother of all sulks, for she had been abandoned not only by her humans, but also the traitorous Little Bot (for, like, an hour at most). Woe for Saffron. Woe and betrayal.

not_a_haint posting in

"*yawn*, mornin' critters."

Caleb hadn't slept entirely well the night before so he was a little more tired than usual when he started his shift, which meant that his routine of simply going through and checking on everyone took a bit longer, as he was lingering on his cup of coffee. He saw that whoever was in charge of naming them was on a mythology kick.

"Slepnir huh?"

joan_of_bark posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

Hello, folks! This is your reminder that tomorrow, February 17th is Once More With Fandom! That means characters can burst out into song unexpectedly - whether they're singing already-made songs or songs of your own devising is, of course, up to you.

mustbeawitch posting in

You seem to be mistaken. I did this yesterday. I believe it is Mr. Stark's turn today.

*chittering*

What do you mean, 'indisposed?'...well, fine, then, don't tell me. Something to do with the holiday yesterday, I suppose. *sigh* Good morning, everyone! It is once again I, Miss Lydia Bennet, and I see that from the paucity of the notes provided to me the squirrels have not indulged my request for all the juicy details on your romantic liaisons yesterday. I suffer so cruelly. Still, one must soldier on, and soldier on we shall! I've only notes from the town, I'm afraid, so you shall have to imagine the happenings at the dormitory for yourself, although I can confirm they included some of the floral deliveries. Elsewhere, Mr. Raiden defended the decadence of brunch against healthy incursion at Over Easy, and Mr. James Stark had trouble choosing between the dishes on offer. And finally, at Mr. Blackwood's house, he and Miss Skywalker--oh! Well. I am sure they had a lovely morning. But that does seem to be the last of my notes, so I shall bid you farewell, dear listeners, until next time!

apologizeswithpie posting in

It was remarkable how quickly one could get accustomed to things. It was in the high 30's today and the frigid temperatures of the past few weeks had become so part of his routine that it seemed warm. (he still eagerly awaited the spring)

But it meant he was in far better spirits today. So much so that he danced a bit (nothing fancy or 80's cleaning montage worthy) as he got everything set up, with The Offspring encouraging him over the speaker.

"So dance fucker dance..."

~~I need a t-shirt that says "Dance like only the squirrels are watching".~~

Current Music: The Offspring-You're Gonna Go Far

pocketpretzels

It had been a very busy Valentine's Day so far- first, there had been getting up early for services, after which Watts and Steven headed back home to grab their bags and head to their hotel. After settling in (and enjoying some of the champagne and strawberries Watts had arranged), they'd headed out for an afternoon at the beach and then a nice dinner.

Now, they were back in their room - well, not in the room, strictly speaking, as they were out on the terrace, getting ready to make s'mores. Though the temperature had cooled somewhat from that afternoon, it lacked the biting chill of a winter evening back east.

"Here," Watts said, handing over the back of vegan marshmallows that the hotel had provided.

carbsliftthespirit posting in

"Okay, it's Valentine's Day, what have we got? I'm thinking chocolate, I'm thinking heart-shaped, I'm thinking aphrodisiacs...an acai smoothie bowl? Being healthy is sexy? You're fired. Who else has ideas, let's go!"

Specials
Strawberry-Stuffed French Toast
Chocolate Pancakes
Sweetheart Waffles
Oysters Rockefeller Hash

"No, you're not actually fired, just read the room next time, okay?"

Over Easy is open!

mustbeawitch posting in

Good morning, everyone, and happy Valentine's Day! And thank you ever so much to whoever sent me flowers! Now, let's get on with the news, shall we, and then you may all be released to your romantic endeavors. I expect details tomorrow, thank you.

At the school, the students in Overcoming Obstacles took Mr. Rogers and Mr. Stark's dogs for walks, whilst Cupcakes of the World(s) learned about butterfly cakes, which are apparently from England, where I can assure you we do not eat butterflies. And--oh! The porg is quite excited, so it seems we've a note from the dormitory, where in the second floor common room Mr. Karkaroth was doing some sort of crafting work, joined by Mr. Dooley, with whom he discussed the book he was reading and the distillation of spirits.

Moving along to the town, there was a bit of a breakage at Needful Things, where all your glass needs may currently be fulfilled, whilst at the forge, Mr. Henry of Skalitz was getting rather tired of horseshoes. At Miss Skywalker's warehouse, the woodchucks were being superstitious, and at the Trooper Station Detective Watts was dealing with quite a lot of phone calls. And finally, at the Devil's Nest, there was an otter in the bar, because why wouldn't there be? And with that, dear listeners, I shall leave you until next week. Farewell!

bigdamnprincipal posting in

Early in the morning, the flowers that had been ordered through the Student Council were carefully delivered to their respective recipients. (With a normal amount of pollen, thank you very much.)

( Deliveries! )

bigdamnprincipal posting in

fandomhigh_ooc

This is your Friday the 13th reminder to get those flower orders in tonight! 💮💮💮

thatwaslucky posting in

Rey didn't understand the superstition around Friday the 13th, but apparently the woodchucks did. She walked in to a broken mirror near the crate sitting area, and a random ladder in the middle of nothing. She didn't know why these things were there, and she wasn't asking. She was just getting to work with the dustpan (the Force saved her from actual sweeping) and watching as the woodchucks tossed salt over their shoulders before walking under the ladder. Where were they going? Also not asking.

"You can just go around," she said, deeply confused.

[Open!]

pocketpretzels posting in

If last week had been devoid of activity, today was the opposite, with the phone practically off the hook given all the calls...

About things like "Is it bad luck if a black cat walks under a ladder? What if they break a mirror?"

imafuturist posting in

"Sometimes, dogs are just not going to concentrate on the obstacle course until they get some of their energy out," Steve said as Fee spun her leash around his legs.

She went until there wasn't leash anymore and then did the other direction. Because she was both smart and dumb at the same time.

"And it's a good way to get yourself out and exercising as well," Tony said with Libby who was staring with abject judgment.

Steve laughed. "Don't get these dogs if you don't want to exercise," he said.

"So, we'll be letting people take turns with the dogs," Tony said with a grin. "Please be careful on the stairs."

"Especially with Fee," Steve said, sounding resigned.

sairis posting in

fandomhighdorms

This place was so different, Sairis was still having issues adapting. But he'd started work this week, which meant he had a little more to do, and someplace to sell his charms and potions. He also had somewhere to work on them and spirit walk safely, which had gone a long way to helping.

That said, this place was also cold, and Sairis had no desire to trek to the shop for things that weren't dangerous and messy. So instead he was spread out at the table in the common room, tying and wrapping and weaving.

Hope nobody minded the small bones and grasses and things on the table.

[Open common room!]

thatsmysword posting in

"All right," Henry admitted to Mutt. "I am getting a bit sick of horseshoes."

That observation was punctuated with a strike of his hammer down on the twelveth horseshoe of the day, mind you, so he had a reason to.

He sighed. Still, there wasn't more he could think of doing. So the hammer came down again.

"Next time you should come with me to supper club," he said. "I think you'd like seafood."

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my_own_advocate posting in

"Why is there an otter at the bar?" Lucifer repeated. "Why is there an otter at the bar? Tiny. Why wouldn't there be an otter at the bar?"

He swung right past Tiny, otter-Duke riding on his shoulder, with an air of huffiness about him.

"Just watch!" he bellowed. "There's about to be an otter on the piano!"

[[ open! ]]

stykera posting in

Today’s cupcake theme had nothing to do with the date because superstitions about Friday the 13th weren’t something Stark concerned himself with. ~~or maybe that was because the player couldn’t come up with anything clever~~.

“Good morning, everyone. I hope you’ve been well. Enjoying the slightly warmer weather. Today’s cupcakes come from England. That’s right there, on the map.” Stark pointed out the correct spot. “These are called butterfly cakes. Sometimes fairy cakes but that’s sometimes just the name for all cupcakes there, I think. And they don’t contain any butterflies or fairies. At all. They just look a bit like butterflies, with the wings.”

Stark uncovered the cupcakes in front of him to reveal the wings in question. “Not real wings, but they look like wings. They’re very cute, I think.” He did enjoy cute things. “The wings are made from part of the top of the cupcake. Sometimes they have jam or something similar to look like the butterfly body but sometimes there is just frosting on top and a bit of jam in the middle. You could do any flavor, though the recipe I have is for vanilla with raspberry jam. Chocolate and strawberry would be good, I think. Or chocolate and raspberry. So…if you need help, as always, please ask. If you’d just like to try decorating I have some plain cakes here you can use to start or you can do it all. Whatever you like.”

totalwildcard posting in

There were a lot of recently arrived glass items at Needful Things that Friday. Like really a lot.

And then there was the sound of something crashing to the floor.

"... Whoopsie!"

There was one less recently arrived glass item at Needful Things.

(open)

heroic_jawline posting in

Good morning, everyone, it's Steve Rogers again.

In classes, Liliana was very excited to get to black mana in her class yesterday, Belle tried to explain book blind dates to Caleb, and Don teased us about an eight-legged horse in Norse mythology, but we didn't get to learn about it yet.

In town, Steven and Watts discussed the gift of jam that Blathers gave Steven, Steph definitely wasn't making Valentine's Day plans, so stop asking, Vi, and Gregorith stopped in for Thor's night at the Devil's Nest. And finally, the Supper Club went for seafood in Baltimore.

And that's everything! Have a great morning.

ifwebeworthy posting in

Thor was scrolling on his phone tonight, in search of a drink that would appropriately honor his nephew.

You know. The horse.

He didn't understand why Blake was being so precious about it with his class. Whose brother hadn't been impregnated by a horse to delay a building project?

...don't answer that.

Specials
Man o' War
Horsefeather
Mint Julep

The Devil's Nest is open!

ifwebeworthy posting in

"Okay," Don said, and glanced at the family trees that were still on the whiteboard like a jump scare. "Let's talk about our major players." He pointed with his walking stick at the first name on his list. "Odin. The Allfather. Head of the pantheon, king of the gods. His wife, Frigg--not to be confused with Freya. These are two different goddesses. His son, Thor. I think we're all at least somewhat familiar with him, right?" he joked. "His other son, Baldr, and his other other son, Tyr." Felt weird to just acknowledge them as Odin's sons out loud like that. "Tyr, Odin, Thor, and Frigg remain significant in our day to day lives, because they are the source of the names of four of the English days of the week: Tuesday is Tyr's day, Wednesday is Odin's day, Friday is Frigg's day, and today, Thursday, is Thor's day. Don't let him get a big head about it," he joked.

"Then, of course, we have--" Don tapped the second family tree. "Loki. A trickster god. God of mischief, technically, and thus the troublemaker in many tales and general all-around pain in the ass. Among his children we have Fenris--sorry, Fenrir, it's spelled different here--the wolf that will devour the sun at Ragnarok--more on that to come--and Jörmungandr, the serpent that encircles the world biting its own tail, and also Sleipnir, the eight-legged horse ridden by Odin. And I did promise to explain that and I will. Just...not this week." You could continue to suffer from curiosity.

"Now, of course there are a lot more gods, some of whom will come up in this class and some of whom may not. If you have any questions about anyone I just talked about, or anyone else on the board, please feel free to ask."

noonedecidesmyfate posting in

Belle did not know who had wrapped up books in brown paper and made very glittery signs about having a blind date with a book.

But she was intrigued by the idea. And so tempted to rip open the paper to see what was what, honestly. But she refrained. Someone else might be very into the mystery!

wrongkindofsith posting in

Oh, I see, it's been another one of those kind of days.

Up at the School, The Long Con looked at a con artist who possibly made all his crimes up, while Creative Writing were not very creative in their choice of movie day.

Otherwise, nothing much happened in either the Dorms or Town.

deathsmajesty posting in

Today was the last week of the original information, next week they'd get to the new material and could anyone blame Liliana for being excited? It helped that they were also talking about her mana this week, the mana she felt most connected to. For something new, she programmed in the ruins of Vithia, from the Alaran shard of Grixis, the class meeting not on cushions and pillows as usual, but on small boats and rafts, floating along the remains of the Vithian aqueduct system.

Power
• What does black mana desire? What is its end goal?

• What means does black mana use to achieve these ends?

• What does black mana care about? What does it represent?

• What does black mana despise? What negatively drives it?

• What is black mana's greatest strength? Greatest weakness?

( Power Through Ruthlessness )

"Again, because free will is paramount, there is no such thing as a 'slippery slope' whereby using more black mana will somehow condemn you to become a power-hungry monster or to see the rest of the world as a toy to play with. Black does not provide a set of goals that black-aligned individuals have to pursue; we are not required to chase political, martial, or financial dominance. Abyss, we do not even even need to pursue selfish goals. Black provides only only a method - do not abide by needless restrictions - and a worldview - power enough to secure our own free will is mandatory. Beyond that, one can choose any goal they desire, for whatever reasons they desire. To have it any other way would be anathema to free will itself. Of course, black encourages people to take care of themselves and discourages putting others first, but - and this is vital - it neither commands the former nor forbids the latter. Black is not above being humble or empathizing with others, or radically changing its self-image and priorities when it's necessary. Black's goals can include finding love, true friendship, and happiness within a community, even living out a life of self-sacrifice or servitude to another without any difficulty at all. The only, only intolerable thing for a black mana philosopher is not being able to decide the course of their own life, everything else is negotiable."

drumsticksandd20s posting in

Look. Look. Just because the store was distinctly devoid of any Valentine-themed displays, in accordance with Steph's refusal to contribute to the blatant commercialism of the holiday, that didn't mean that Steph herself wasn't occupying her every spare moment (so any that weren't helping customers, contacting suppliers, or feeding Saffron) with brainstorming newer and wilder Valentine's date ideas.

Although she was realistic enough to cross magic carpet ride off the list. Not because it was impossible, just because she didn't actually know anyone she felt she could reasonably cajole into hooking her up with a reliable magic carpet.

[OOC: Open!]

hasaknightjob posting in

When Steven arrived at the Museum that morning, Blathers presented him with a small basket of preserves. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary - blueberry, strawberry, orange marmalade, that sort of thing.

The timing seemed odd as Steven couldn't think of anything that would inspire Blathers to give a gift.

Blathers said something about having the blues around this time of year, so it was something to help Steven feel cheerful.

Steven certainly enjoyed being able to say that blueberries might help the winter blues, yes, but that didn't seem to be what Blathers had had in mind.

Regardless, the jams and all looked tasty. Steven put the basket safely with his satchel so he could share it with Llewellyn later.

With that, he was behind the Welcome Desk, working away but as always interruptible for any visitors.

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talentforlying posting in

"I've got a role-model for you today," John decided as people began showing up. "Frank William Abagnale, Jr. is an American security consultant known for his history as a former confidence trickster, check forger, impostor, and escape artist. He became one of the most famous impostors ever, claiming to have assumed no fewer than eight identities as an airline pilot, a doctor, a U.S. Bureau of Prisons agent, and a lawyer. He escaped from police custody twice -- once from a taxiing airliner and once from a U.S. federal penitentiary -- before he was 21 years old. He served fewer than five years in prison before starting to work for the federal government. He is currently a consultant and lecturer for the FBI academy and field offices. He also runs Abagnale & Associates, a financial fraud consultancy company. Abagnale's life story provided the inspiration for the film ~~meta for~~ Catch Me If You Can, a Broadway musical of the same name, and a ghostwritten autobiography also of the same name."

( What I did in my youth is hundreds of times easier today. Technology breeds crime. )

John leaned back against his desk, grinning. "And if that isn't the most perfect example of a con taking on a life of its own to outgrow its own mastermind, I don't know what is.

jedigrammarians posting in

There was a projector set up in the classroom today, those of you familiar with Aphra and Isabela's classes could probably guess where this was going.

"Sometimes the best way to get your own creative juices flowing is engage with other people's creativity," Aphra started them off. "Read books, watch holos, get involved with community theatre if you're feeling masochistic."

"Since we're not, today we'll be watching a film," Isabela added. "It's a classic."

Look, they'd made it nearly halfway into the semester this time.

stykera posting in

Good morning, it’s Wednesday, I’m here again and it’s almost warm today. Almost.

Not many notes so perhaps I will go outside and enjoy not freezing for a little while when I’m done.

At the school there were 2 classes yesterday. Raiden and his students in Feeding Yourself 101 made and ate pasta. Always a good choice. And then in Ethics Anakin and Ahsoka asked us what our favorite deadly sins are. That’s…an interesting question and I’m glad it isn’t last Wednesday right now and let’s move on.

Nothing from the dorms, sorry porg, but at least it’s almost warm outside? And I only have 1 note from the town.

Sairis was in Liliana’s shop setting things up and not being eaten by the chair. That’s good. The chair always seems hungry.

That’s all for today from yesterday.

sith_happened posting in

"In several religions on this planet, there is a common theme regarding Impulses to avoid giving into," Anakin began. "They are called the seven deadly sins."

"They range from things that seem quite reasonable to want to try and avoid," Ahsoka added. "To others that are arguably character flaws at worst."

"Gluttony isn't that bad, or sloth," Anakin agreed. "At least compared with wrath."

"Lust isn't particularly terrible either," Ahsoka said thoughtfully. "Provided proper consent is involved."

"The less I think about and the word lust, the happier I am," Anakin admitted.

"Today we're going to talk about your favourite sin, for whatever value of favourite you find most intriguing."

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